From Me to You Chapter 1: ::track one:: Cry, a digimon fanfic

From Me to You

~A Collection of Songfics~

People write songfics when basically they have nothing else to write and they need that little boost of inspiration the fecking muses can't provide. *glares at Yama*

What?! I'm doing my job!

Then why do I have writers' block? Eh? Anyway, most of…

Most of?!

Okay, pretty much all of these songs are from Mandy Moore's self-titled CD.

Why not mine?

You have ONE song, darling. And it's in Japanese, meaning I can't understand it.

::track one::

A chill wind raced through the streets of Odaiba, and I buried my hands deeper into the pockets of the charcoal sweater-coat that hung to my knees, partially concealing the fuchsia tank top I wore underneath it. I was glad that for once my jeans had stayed fairly dry, since I always seem to get them wet refilling the buckets in the floor displays. It was another long, somewhat boring day working at Mom's florist shop. The only benefit is that I'm paid, so lately I've had quite a bit of yen in the ol' wallet. I've been saving up for a brand-new tennis racket since forever!

I thought to cut through the park, since the sky was starting to cloud over, threatening rain, or possibly snow. I hope it won't snow, it's a little too early to be pulling out my mittens. The park was deserted, which came as a shock because there's always somebody out in the park. Okay, so maybe I'm not being completely honest. There was one person there other than myself. Standing there. In the middle of the grass. Doing absolutely nothing.

He had always been kind of mysterious, the self-appointed 'lone wolf.' Never said more than three sentences to Mimi, but hey, he talked to me. Oh, what the heck, he completely spilled his guts to me on occasion. He trusted me. More than his brother, more than the guys, more than his digimon companion. Me. But I do admit, he's had psychiatric help from the digimon department, but apparently his 'shrink' is getting pricey…Gabumon charges a scoop of ice cream per hour. Come on, be reasonable!

Anyway, so here I was, trying to get home before I was pelted with raindrops, and not more than two yards away is the resident 'hottie of Tokyo,' the so-called 'greatest thing since wasabi.' He was just staring off into space, completely zoned out. I wasn't sure if I should say something to him or not.

I'll admit, I have a crush on him. But who wouldn't? First of all, he's drop dead gorgeous. The soulful sapphire eyes, the sunshiny-gold hair, skin that's never freckled or gotten pimply or anything. The kind of person you dream about dating. All right, it's a lousy reason, but all girls go for the cute guys first…even me. But he's got a personality that's unlike any other guy I know. I mean, Tai's your typical jock…slightly braindead but has a heart of gold and a quick tongue (as in sense of humor, you pervs!). Izzy's grade A computer nerd…and we still hang out with him, even if I have no idea what he's talking about. Joe is that serious, studious type that hardly parties…we're going to have to loosen him up before he goes to college. But Matt? Well, Matt's kind of a troubled soul. He isn't gothic, just troubled. His folks divorced when he was seven, he lives with a father who happens to enjoy alcohol a little too much, and his mom is basically out of the picture. If T.K. had never gone to camp with us and become a Digidestined…I don't even want to think about the effects. Shivers. But when he's not the center of attention, or being chased by gazillions of shrieking girlies, or being hassled by Tai, Matt's a pretty sweet guy. Your knight-in-shining armor, perfect gentleman type. And that's the kind of guy I'm turned on by. Oh yes, Matt's given me goosebumps one time too many in the *counts fingers* six maybe seven years I've known him.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to ask him if he was okay, try and make things better, do whatever means necessary to see those eyes light up with a warm smile. One of those special smiles, the kind that makes me feel pretty, special, important. I've received a couple of those from him before, and it gives me the warm and fuzzies every time. Well, actually, I wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything would be okay, like I used to do for T.K. But Matt's sixteen, and I'm…almost sixteen. We're too old for stuff like that. Sophomores in high school. Besides, he's a guy. No guy would want some girl hugging him and comforting him. Real men don't get hugged, or cry, or eat quiche. At least, that's what my dad says.

I was about to prove Daddy wrong. Matt wasn't just standing there, he was crying. Not hysterically sobbing, not on his knees head in his hands weeping, but tears were falling down his cheeks, crystalline droplets of saline water sliding downward to splash onto his shoes. My whole outlook on things changed. My heart melted into a puddle of Sora-goo. Here was the 'lone wolf,' alone, crying, letting his guard down. And as the Chosen One of Love, I think it's high time I go make things 'all better.'

"Matt?"

He jumped, just a little, surprised to hear my voice. He ran the sleeve of his sweater across his vision, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. He turned, flashed me a weak smile as he put on a brave face. He seemed hurt and confused, as if somebody had ripped his heart out and stomped on it right before his eyes.

"Hey Sora. Kind of late for you to be out, isn't it?"

I smiled at him, feeling my cheeks go red. I wasn't quite sure what to say next, but somehow words were coming out of my mouth and they made sense.

"I should say the same for you. Something wrong?"

He seemed hesitant to answer. "No."

"That's a bald-faced lie, Matt Ishida, and you know it!"

Matt went completely pale, his hands shaking violently.

"Come on, Matt, you can tell me what's wrong. I promise I won't tell anyone."

He still didn't trust me. "You'd tell. You'll go home and email Mimi and in less than five minutes half the world will know."

I was unnerved by his little retort. "You know me better than that! I can keep a secret, Matt. I swear, if I should tell your secret to any other soul, may the gods of the Digiworld strip me of my title as Chosen of Love and break my digivice to a million pieces."

He stared at me blankly for a moment, a lone tear snaking its way down from his eyes.

"All right," he whispered. "You win."

We walked over to a bench and sat, the clouds overhead growling with voices threatening thunder. Matt could hardly look at me, and that hurt me most of all.

"So what's the problem? Get into a fight with Dad?" I asked, trying the obvious. He shook his head, golden locks spilling down onto his tearstained face and obscuring it.

"Come on, Matt. I have ways of making you talk," I teased.

He sighed heavily, the faint trace of a sob catching in his throat.

"I just made a complete idiot out of myself, and I don't think I can ever forgive myself for it."

I almost laughed. "That's it? Matt, everybody goofs up. You're not perfect."

"You don't understand! I knew you wouldn't!" he snapped.

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to take it so lightly. Start from the beginning and tell the tale all the way through, okay?"

He caught a couple tears on his fingertips, wiping his wet fingers on his jeans.

"I'm in love with this girl and she has no idea. She's perfect. She's smart, and pretty, and makes me feel free. Like I don't have to be strong or tough or anything other than myself. And if I say nothing, she can read my silence and understand. Like I said, she's perfect, but totally not clued-in. I wrote all of those songs for her, and she still doesn't get it. So I called her house to just plain tell her, but she wasn't home. I left my heart and soul on her answering machine!" Matt groaned, pounding the bench with his fist.

I took his hand now, holding it in mine, running my fingers along the cool skin.

"I think that's the sweetest thing in the world. But I'm missing the point, I think. Why is that totally freaking you out?"

"Because…"

I suddenly found myself saying the same line my mother used on me when I was a little girl, and boy, was that scary.

"Because isn't an acceptable answer!"

"Sora, what if she laughs? What if she's absolutely repulsed by me? What if I just took ten minutes to tell this girl I've been crushing on her for the six or seven years I've known her and she hates me? I've never been more humiliated…and she hasn't even said anything yet! I…I don't know what to do, and frankly, I'm scared."

I didn't say anything for a few minutes, pondering at who he could be talking about. There weren't too many people Matt had known for that long. Mimi…but like I said earlier, Matt's said not much more than three sentences to her in all his life. The only other girl I could think of that's known Matt since she was a little kid was…was…oh dear, sweet Yokomon. Me.

"Matt, it would help if I knew who this girl is. I'm not going to laugh, I swear it."

He shoved strands of blonde hair away from his bloodshot eyes and took a deep breath.

"Well, um…I…that is, I mean…oh man."

Both my hands enveloped his, and I held them in a strong grip. Deep ruby eyes locked dead on to darkened sapphire, refusing to back down until I was satisfied with his answer.

"Tell me," I said firmly. That scared little boy look returned, clutching his heart with icy fear.

"Tell me," I repeated, tightening my grip on his cold hands. It was as though I was pulling teeth, trying to pry his secret out with a rusty crowbar. And in the end of our staring contest, I was the victor. He mumbled something inaudible.

"What was that? I didn't hear it," I said.

"You, Sora. The message was, and is, for you," he whispered.

I was dumbfounded. Honest to goodness open-mouthed shock. I think I scared him.

He chuckled, a little light coming back into his eyes. I must've looked like a big mackerel with red hair.

"Me?! I…I honestly don't know what to say to you, Matt. Of the billions of girls that worship the ground you walk on, you're hopelessly in love with me?"

Matt nodded, turning a deep shade of pink.

"You promised you wouldn't make fun of me," he reminded me.

I pouted. "Who's making fun? Matt, you are by far the most wonderful, caring, sensitive, loving guy I have ever met, and I couldn't think of anything better than to be your girlfriend. I love you, and there is no power in heaven or on earth that can change my mind."

And with that, I wrapped him in my best hug, brushed a couple locks of bright golden hair away from his face, and kissed him.

The lost little boy inside hit puberty fast. Matt's one heck of a kisser, let me tell you that!

(But I left him breathless.)

After breaking the kiss, which took a lot of self-control because neither of us wanted to give the other up, I got up and started walking off.

"Wait!" Matt shouted, chasing after me. "Where are you going?"

I turned and grinned at him. "I've got to get home."

He gave me a quizzical, cute, all right…downright sexy look.

"I've got to check my answering machine."

I told you, Matt's the perfect guy. And he's mine, all mine!

~*~

:I'll always remember:

:It was late afternoon:

:It lasted forever:

:And ended so soon:

:You were all by yourself:

:Staring up at a dark gray sky:

:I was changed:

:In places no one will find:

:All your feelings so deep inside:

:It was then that I realized:

:Forever was in your eyes:

:The moment I saw you cry:

:It was late in September:

:And I'd seen you before:

:You were always the cold one:

:But I was never that sure:

:You were all by yourself:

:Staring up at a dark gray sky:

:I was changed:

:In places no one will find:

:All your feelings so deep inside:

:It was then that I realized:

:That forever was in your eyes:

:The moment I saw you cry:

:I wanted to hold you:

:I wanted to make it go away:

:I wanted to know you:

:I wanted to make your everything, all right…:

:I'll always remember:

:It was late afternoon:

:In places no one will find:

:All your feelings so deep inside:

:It was then that I realized:

:That forever was in your eyes:

:The moment I saw you cry:

~*~

Well? *crickets* Ooh-kay. If you're at Fanfiction.net…review! Review, dagnabbit!

And why would they be anywhere else, Lia?

Because they're on a Sorato site! And in that case…um…sign the guestbook!

Why? You don't even sign the guestbooks!

I don't have time to sign the guestbooks! I'm too busy writing more fics!

Stay nearby. Maybe someday Lia will write another song so this can be a collection.

You hurt me, Yamato. You hurt me deep.